In the trembling flesh and in the choking streets
With the shaking fists and the pounding feet
Is this a march for peace or a stampede?
Or a stampede?
In the twist of limbs I thought I caught a glimpse
In the iris glow and in the finger prints
Is this divine life or just anatomy?
Or just anatomy?
The aching stops and the planets swell
Satellites fall and they look like snow
Is this the start for me or the final scene?
Or the final scene?
Is this your soliloquy or just another drunken speech?
You know it's all the same to me